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"
Going
out
,
Watson
?
"
"
Unless
I
can
help
you
.
"
"
No
,
my
dear
fellow
,
it
is
at
the
hour
of
action
that
I
turn
to
you
for
aid
.
But
this
is
splendid
,
really
unique
from
some
points
of
view
.
When
you
pass
Bradley
's
,
would
you
ask
him
to
send
up
a
pound
of
the
strongest
shag
tobacco
?
Thank
you
.
It
would
be
as
well
if
you
could
make
it
convenient
not
to
return
before
evening
.
Then
I
should
be
very
glad
to
compare
impressions
as
to
this
most
interesting
problem
which
has
been
submitted
to
us
this
morning
.
"
I
knew
that
seclusion
and
solitude
were
very
necessary
for
my
friend
in
those
hours
of
intense
mental
concentration
during
which
he
weighed
every
particle
of
evidence
,
constructed
alternative
theories
,
balanced
one
against
the
other
,
and
made
up
his
mind
as
to
which
points
were
essential
and
which
immaterial
.
I
therefore
spent
the
day
at
my
club
and
did
not
return
to
Baker
Street
until
evening
.
It
was
nearly
nine
o'clock
when
I
found
myself
in
the
sitting-room
once
more
.
My
first
impression
as
I
opened
the
door
was
that
a
fire
had
broken
out
,
for
the
room
was
so
filled
with
smoke
that
the
light
of
the
lamp
upon
the
table
was
blurred
by
it
.
As
I
entered
,
however
,
my
fears
were
set
at
rest
,
for
it
was
the
acrid
fumes
of
strong
coarse
tobacco
which
took
me
by
the
throat
and
set
me
coughing
.
Through
the
haze
I
had
a
vague
vision
of
Holmes
in
his
dressing-gown
coiled
up
in
an
armchair
with
his
black
clay
pipe
between
his
lips
.
Several
rolls
of
paper
lay
around
him
.
"
Caught
cold
,
Watson
?
"
said
he
.
"
No
,
it
's
this
poisonous
atmosphere
.
"
"
I
suppose
it
is
pretty
thick
,
now
that
you
mention
it
.
"
"
Thick
!
It
is
intolerable
.
"
